Rusticating

Cities tire, and
Tear me down
They make me dream
Of mountain towns
Alpine air and stars
You see
Demarcate peace
And privacy

I must march West
So I can be, away
From all calamity
Ambrosial days and
Country ways are all
I need
To be set free

But heed, a little yet
And lastly see
You’re meant to go
Where I will be
Though leaving love, is
A daring feat
God changes hearts
In just one beat

Tracey Greenstein © 2016

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